This is something I wrote years ago, and briefly revised today. THE TIME OF MY LIFE THE UNIVERSITY It was an age ago, but I remember it like yesterday. My first time, our first time. It was so unlikely; we hardly knew each other. And yet, there was a something that brought us together for a passion that, for a while, was sublime beyond belief. Let's go back in time, to a couple of years before. Like most eighteen-year-old boys, I had my hormones running wild. All desire and nowhere to spend it. To make matters worse, I was a university student; just starting a Commerce degree of all things. So many other young men were doing that course and too few young women. So much sex drive, nowhere to satiate it. The first few days at university were dazzling. One moment you’re at high school and you’re a child, the next minute you’re a man. The first year of the course is pretty much set except for the humanities 'elective'. Psychology or sociology, I pondered? Surnames starting A to K do Sociology, L to Z do Psychology. So much for 'elective': surname 'M' equals psychology! Soon we were into our routine. One thing was for certain, psychology was very boring, exciting concepts like synaptic transmission of nerve impulses. The lecturers and our tutor didn’t comment, it was what it was. Later I realised we were doing physiological psychology. It seemed like forever at the time, but looking back those three years flew: subject after subject, exam after exam, a labouring job during my holidays to earn some money. I was as fit as I ever had been, and ever would be. I met a few girls on campus, but there were never enough girls to go around, except for the Asian students. There were many Asian girls doing our course, they paid to come to Australia and study. They didn't socialise with us Australians, and we instinctively knew they wanted us to leave them alone. They got great marks, better than we did. We didn't think about it much, but now I know their families sacrificed for them, and they felt obliged by getting Distinctions in every subject. The final year was interesting, the subjects seemed mature, but in reality it was the students who had changed. Even psychology had come of age, I was nineteen by then and we were studying social psychology. Indeed, we were studying SEX. It may have been the late 1970's, but society was very naïve when it came to sex. Compared to what I learned, society still is. But at university we were with a mature and confident thirty-something tutor helping us to study sex, an attractive woman who had no discomfort with intimacy. The tutorials were more than enlightening, they were life-changing. After I graduated, I realised I was 'different' to other people. I knew that society, despite what the majority thought, was sexually suppressed. I tried to work out why, why do we deny ourselves things that harm no-one? Why do we do it? While I attempted to answer those questions over the years, I realised that my moral and religious views had changed forever. University social psychology challenged me, and as a result it changed my life. Like all tutorials, psychology had its fair share of assignments and presentations. For this year, we were going to work in pairs to do one big presentation each. Our tutor was democratic, she paired us off, one male and one female to work together on our big assignment. My allotted partner was one of the Asian girls named 'Annette'. Our big assignment, 'Sexual Practices in Traditional Societies.' By traditional we were studying societies that Western morals hadn’t yet touched, or writings from the time before Westerners had altered the natural balance of harmony. After the tutorial, Annette and I met to plan where to start. Because the Asian students kept to themselves, we Australians hadn't paid much attention to them. Sitting down with Annette, my perception changed. Sure, she was very different-looking to Australian women, but she was very attractive in her own right, petite with creamy smooth skin and long black hair. She had a very gentle manner; to me it spoke of being shy. But she had a sweet voice and a lovely accent. It was her sweet voice more than anything else; it sparked an attraction in me, something I wanted to experience more of. We agreed we needed more time than an hour or so between lectures to plan a major assignment and presentation like this. Considering the options, my home was not convenient because Annette couldn’t get to the suburbs easily, and she didn’t like the idea of a ride on my motorcycle much. She shared a Victorian-era terrace house nearby with some other students, so that seemed a more logical place. We agreed to meet up at seven that evening. THE STUDENT HOUSE My motorcycle had been so handy for the three years or so that I had been riding and I was able to park right outside her inner-city house. She must have been looking out for me because she answered the door immediately after I knocked. Other students were in the lounge watching television, and we left them behind, climbing the narrow staircase to her bedroom. The room was very cramped with a bed, a desk, a chair and little room for anything else. I took the bed and she sat on the chair. We made some notes about the societies we would research. Tahiti was number one, the Cook and Bligh expeditions gave us a huge amount of material on Polynesian sexuality. Other societies included the plains Native Americans, the primitive hill tribes of the Himalayas and whatever we could find on sub-Saharan Africa. We divided the research and agreed to meet at the same time next week. During the course of that week, I managed to obtain from my council Library two textbooks on Tahiti and a textbook on Africa before the 1870’s. I was quite happy with my discovery and I was sure that this would be valuable to our assignment. Thursday night, seven o'clock and Annette must have been waiting for me again. I took my bag upstairs and suggested that I had found something that she would have been interested in. I handed her the three books and she broke into a big smile; her normally serious expression just dropped away, the excitement of my discovery showed something I hadn't seen before. No, she was more than attractive, in that moment she was genuinely beautiful. She had photocopied some materials, also on Tahiti but other cultures as well. With the materials to hand, we were in a position to make a start. To me, working in her room together was difficult. It was cramped, too cramped for two people with so many books and so much material. My house wasn't any better, there was too much family and not enough privacy. “We need somewhere to work,” I said, “in one weekend could break the back of a first draft.” She put her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, an Aussie expression. One weekend to complete the first draft.” “Your place?” she asked. I shook my head. "I know of a place, nothing but peace and quite and a few magpies," I said. Her eyes narrowed. “Where is this place?" she asked. "My parent's holiday house, about three hours away." "Not on your motorcycle." "I can borrow a car for the weekend." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. It’s peaceful and quiet and it doesn't get used much in the colder weather. I can pick you up on a Friday night and we would be back on Sunday." "When?" "How about the tomorrow week?" It was agreed. Friday after next I would pick her up in the afternoon at three for a weekend of work at the house by the bay.